Description: I found this poem from 6 six years ago, and I didn't know how to adjust it for once, lol, so I'm open to suggestions as always.
Autumn's Demisal like a Hoarfrost -------------------------------------------
When will the golden Autumn see that the cold Winter's pushing?
The soft buds and long grass blades are stiffening.
Night is taking over,
And the songs in the trees are not so silky anymore.
The starry sky and moon watch and laugh.
Soon the clouds will run over the sun.
Submission Name: Autumn's Demisal like a Hoarfrost
